He’s the witty fae lord escorting her to marry someone else (unfortunately, he’s already fallen for her).

She’s the human princess (with very little filter) choosing to pursue an arranged marriage.

Some truths were never meant to be buried—even the stars don’t believe the story she tells herself.

I was raised to marry a prince.

Instead, I was taken by the fae during the war.

All the years of tutoring and preparing…

and now I live in a cramped room in my half-sister’s castle.

The fae love to stare.

Having human ears doesn’t help me blend in.

Neither does the sword I carry, and haphazardly wield.

It won’t matter for much longer.

The prince of Estlen has invited me to his kingdom to explore a marriage pact.

I said yes.

Now I’m being escorted by Fyn, the fae Lord Chancellor.

Provoking me is his favorite pastime.

The things he says could drive any woman mad.

But two can play that game.

A romantasy with banter and fairytale vibes:

• one bed (and no one is happy about it)
• he’s already fallen & yearns
• the wrong nicknames on purpose

✨ DUAL POV ✨